Traducción: The Police. Cry Of Angels.
heavenly father The reason why I stand at your gates holdin two revolvers 'cause down on earth I had mad drama Protect my body from the tabernacle of robbers I pray that an angel
the Row, is bailin Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggas get together they get mad 'cause they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles
Shit, tired of gettin' shot at Tired of gettin' chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where we can kick it A spot where we belong, that
, tonight. 'cos in the pipe she'll fly to the motherland and sell love to another man It's too cold outside, for angels to fly Now an angel will die,
sit down and have talk There asking me how And they're asking me why Have you ever seen grown men cry Police, police, police oppression Police, police, police
got Jerusalem Everyday we offer praises like King Solomon Ain't gon' hurt ye, don't be nervous I'm your guardian angel, know you purpose And if I look
birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry
Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me [50 Cent - Verse 2] Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin' It's raining outside, envision my gun firin' Red and white flashes, the police
gimme Reputation searchin like the henny and the remmy See that car? Imma cop that, God! Police ain't around? Gonna spark that, God! Take this valium and cry
get ya team who raise supreme in yo face cock sucka its a new rigeme yo out again but it really dont matta' had it with the new-improved police scanna
bricks learning some tricks Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies Is being different really a crime? police police police oppression police police police oppression police police police police police
it was making her cry And it was making her cry And it was making her cry But it was making her high And it was making her cry And it was making her
bailin Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggas get together they get mad cos they can't fade us Like my niggas from south central, los angeles
the Row is bailin Laugh now but cry much later Ya see when niggaz get together they get mad cause they can't fade us Like my niggaz from South Central, Los Angeles
the canvas like a shooting star All slow motion now, can't quite believe my black eye This dark angel landed and obviously missed a war cry Twinkle,
horrifying, it lays in your sleep You eat the bullshit seven days of the week If you could look past your block you would be raising your piece At the police